Apparently, I have a somewhat, and occasionally, dry sense of humor. This causes a fair bit of confusion for the people around me.
Some years ago, while prepping for an estate sale at my grandparents' house, one of the auctioneers showed me a large metal hoop and asked me if I knew what it was.
"Of course," I replied. "It's clearly a thing."
She thought I couldn't think of the word and felt sorry for me.
And while most of the time I'm pretty excitable and freely use hyperbole to add color to my tales, sometimes the dry side of me kicks in and I employ a litotes (the opposite of hyperbole) or two. This underwhelming technique still manages to go over a lot of heads.
So when a friend surprised me with beer and a movie I really wanted to see, my response was, "Oh, hey. That's kind of cool, I guess."
Basically, my sense of humor makes people uncomfortable.
This makes my sense of humor better than yours.
(True: I also really like puns. Here's my favorite joke: Two fish are in a tank. The one on the left goes, "How do I drive this thing?" People laugh every time. They can't help it.)